I Can Only Cultivate In A Game-Chapter 60: Final Test

The final obstacle was a massive vertical climb. Rope ladders, steep cliffs, and retracting ledges made it the most grueling section.

Victor, the Summoner, and the two Assassins were neck and neck.

The Summoner's bull couldn't climb, so he had to rely on himself.

The Mages used flight spells to boost upward.

Rylan scaled the walls effortlessly, healing himself whenever his arms grew tired.

Victor kept using Wind Dash and Phantom Mirage Steps to bounce from ledge to ledge.

Then… he saw the scoreboard.

He was in first place.

'Shit.'

He couldn't afford to win this. He was already drawing too much attention.

So… he made a decision.

As he leapt toward the final ledge, he let himself slip.

"Ah, shit—!"

He crashed into the lower ledge, allowing the Assassins and the Summoner to overtake him.

Finally, he pulled himself up and landed in third place.

The crowd cheered wildly.

"That Warrior would have won if he didn't slip!"

Aria, who had been watching, narrowed her eyes.

'I swear he did that on purpose.'

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Final Rankings (Batch 9)

1. Isaac Vance (Assassin) – Rank 1

2. Hart Hammer (Summoner) – Rank 2

3. Victor Revenant (Warrior) – Rank 3

4. Rylan Crowe (Healer) – Rank 4

5. Elias "Eli" Mercer (Assassin) – Rank 5

6. Leon Raines (Mage) – Rank 6

7. Seraphine Vale (Mage) – Rank 7

8. Jaxon Kane (Berserker) – Rank 8

9. Royce Delacroix (Berserker) – Rank 9

10. Naomi Brooks (Warrior) – Rank 10

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After the Race

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Victor stepped off the course, panting slightly.

Rylan walked up beside him, offering a handshake.

"That was crazy, man. You're good."

Victor smirked and shook his hand. "You're not bad for a Healer."

Aria, Reed and Selene walked over as well.

Reed: "Dude. You saved an Assassin mid-race? Who even does that?!"

Victor: "Hey, figured I'd be nice. Plus, it looked cool."

Kai: "I have a feeling you're holding back. That slip at the end? Didn't look natural."

Victor: "You guys give me too much credit."

Selene: "You were so cool"

Aria rolled her eyes. "You're such a pain."

Victor just grinned.

Despite doing his best to make things seem natural, people were still suspicious.

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In the upper viewing deck of the screening facility, Sir Krishna, a middle-aged official dressed in government attire, stood with his arms crossed.

His observant gaze followed the test participants below, but his focus remained on one in particular—Victor Revenant.

He subtly tapped the side of his earpiece and made a call. A crisp female voice answered almost immediately from the other end.

"Update?"

Sir Krishna glanced at Victor, who had just consciously slowed his pace before crossing the finish line in third place. His brow furrowed slightly before responding.

"Victor Revenant has been performing well in the tests."

There was a slight pause before the woman on the other end spoke again.

"Any anomalies?"

Sir Krishna hesitated before letting out a low sigh. "He's holding back."

The woman 'hmmed' in thought, as if expecting that answer. "Good. Keep me updated."

Sir Krishna nodded to himself, even though she couldn't see him. "Understood." With that, the call ended.

He exhaled deeply before shifting his focus back onto the competition below.

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On the viewing screens, a different batch of competitors was currently mid-race, dashing through the rough obstacle-laden wilderness course.

Most participants were using their respective class abilities to navigate the treacherous terrain—mages conjured wind bursts, assassins dashed between trees like shadows, warriors cut down obstacles in their path, and berserkers plowed through with sheer brute force.

Then... there was one particular contestant who stood out for all the wrong reasons.

A Necromancer.

A tall, lanky youth dressed in dark robes lounged atop a makeshift bone throne—a chair crafted from skeletal remains, held aloft by four reanimated undead minions.

While the others fought through the course, dodging falling boulders, sharp spikes, and other hazards, he simply kicked back with a bag of chips, unfazed by the chaos around him.

He lazily threw another chip into his mouth while glancing at the panicked competitors running past him.

"Y'all are working too hard," he muttered.

One of his undead carriers suddenly stepped into a trap causing a pressure plate to activate.

A flurry of poisoned darts shot forward.

Without looking up, the Necromancer simply pointed a single finger at the unlucky minion. "You're excused."

The undead collapsed into dust just as the darts flew past, missing him completely.

One of the other contestants, a warrior struggling to climb a rock formation, glanced over and nearly lost his grip at the sight of the Necromancer floating across the landscape like a king being carried on a palanquin.

"What the actual fu—"

Before he could finish, a gust of wind from a mage's spell sent him tumbling back down.

Meanwhile, the Necromancer just popped another chip into his mouth.

"Tsk. Commoners."

As he lazily coasted ahead, the spectators watching from the viewing deck erupted into laughter at the sheer absurdity of his approach.

Even the officials monitoring the race exchanged bewildered glances.

One of them leaned toward his colleague and whispered, "Are we even sure this is allowed?"

His colleague sighed and rubbed his temple. "Technically… he's using his class abilities effectively. So… yeah. I guess it counts?"

Meanwhile, Sir Krishna watched the scene unfold with a blank expression.

He let out another sigh. "We've got some... interesting candidates this year."

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After the speed test results were displayed, an announcement echoed across the screening hall as the team formation phase officially began.

This was the last test for today and it tested their abilities to do well in a group.

Each participant was required to form a party consisting of at least one of each class to ensure a balanced team.

For the Warriors, Berserkers, Assassins, Mages, Summoners, Healers, and Necromancers, this was their chance to strategize and form alliances.

However, a problem quickly became apparent.

There were only two Necromancers available in the entire venue, which meant not every team could be complete.

And just like that, a chaotic scramble broke out.

"Oi! I'll give you fifty thousand credits if you join my team!"